Holding the faith which unto her is given—
Pass through this world, which claims her for a while,
Nor cast about her longing look nor smile.
Mrs. Neal.
Thy best type, Desire
Of the sad heart,—the Heaven-ascending spire!
Sir E. B. Lytton.
To Thee the churches here rejoice,
The solemn organs aid the voice;
To sacred roofs the sound we raise,